Sometimes the voice inside your head is helpful. Other times, NOT.
Unfortunately the conversation with Myself during today’s 80 mile ride was not filled with the sort of messages that encourage one to forge on with any sort of enthusiasm. True or not, these words were words of demoralization. The effect was not good for my get-up-and-go but somehow I managed to talk over her (out loud) and forge onward at the best pace I could manage for today.
I’m not real proud of my lack of speed. I want so badly to be better than I am. I figure, with improvement, I’ll open doors to riding with other more experienced cyclists. But until then…